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Mr. Quinlan | Quintus Sertorius ([personal profile] natusest) wrote in [community profile] medietas_ooc 2016-09-18 05:48 pm (UTC)

1. Arrival

[He watches her hands, the subtle discomfort in her body language. She was hiding something, but it did nothing to pique his curiosity. Her secrets were her own, just ask secrets belong to all their holders, his included.

He gave her a single nod at her question, but didn't move to offer his own map. It was his, and he'd already made a few notes across its surface. Instead, he turned from the girl, white eyes scanning the crowd at the dock before finding what he was looking for.
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You should have received one when you disembarked, unless you slid by unnoticed. [Which, given her demeanor, he doesn't find surprising. He moves to one of the locals, holding out a gloved hand.] A map. [It was something like a command, but not domineering, and the local blinked up at him before pulling said map, crisp and new, from his satchel. Quinlan nods, his own sign of thanks to the man, and returns to Enis' side, offering her the folded piece of paper.] Your own.

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